Language For Reason, Et Al. Enough of the words What of those out- Spoken or Spoke-in? In-way words Never in-the-way words Always want back out words. On outward words On sail to the sky Said and sailed words When the only cry Heard was the deep deep Down inside cry. How to cry! Without wells
Poetry As You Were Melancholia just what the hell are ya? You’re a scab that heals then grows back. You’re a rabid monkey masseuse on my back. When I pick up a hope or a pen you sweet shatter Them into cans of empty color, good for nothing But a fresh coat
